It's almost the end of my work day. Matteo is eating dinner and watching Tangled in Spanish. It's educational and entertaining! The twins are in bed. I'm reflecting on what's going on with me. At the forefront of my thoughts are two things.
First, how much my feet hurt because I'm wearing shoes again. Yep. It's literally been three years y'all. I wore flip-flops during and after both pregnancies and well, they broke. Yes, my beloved flip-flops broke. They were so comfortable. But right in time for Fall (as of today here in Houston) it's a great time for some BOOTS! Oh yes, I got me some boots.
Secondly, what is on my mind is how stupid and rude people are. Today I had someone say "Polo" in response to me saying Marco. That's just hilarious y'all. Marco-Polo. Ha-freakin-ha. Just bend-over-laughing hilarious. Oh no wait, that is my child's NAME we are talking about. It's rude. It's not funny and it's certainly not original. Stop it. By the way, up to this point (which I couldn't name a specific person, apart from today, if I tried) it has only slightly irked me. But the way this person said it to me today which was then followed by a laugh (you could tell she thought she was so darn clever) just flat out P'ed me O.
And then, when I was telling someone about it and how it annoyed me, I was basically told "well that's what you get for naming them names like that."
DO I NEED GO ON?
Y'all, really? Really?
Do I need to explain the absurdity?
Ok, so then, I was walking down the hall after picking up the boys at Mother's Day Out. Picture me carrying Matteo who was fussy and wouldn't walk on his own after having only taken a forty minute nap and pushing the double stroller with the twins. I have my system down. It's not bad. But this woman in the hall says all loud and brash "Oh, girl, that was me! Ugh, I've been there, I even had a triple stroller! I hated it. Ugh" Well thank-you-very-much. I said; "Well that's encouraging." I get it a lot when I'm out. Actually, walking down the same halls I hear every single time something along the lines of a "tut" or a "hmph" or an "oh my" or a "wow." I don't know why people say the things they say. And complete strangers who could have just kept on passing-by feel the need to say something. And something less than helpful.
When I am at a later stage in life and I can say "I've been there" to a mom of three very young children I will simply say;
"You're doing a great job."